John Trussell (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kviri) wrote in otmh, |
And now you know... the rest of the story.
Also, during lunch on the first full day of classes, he mistook the mirrored wall of the dining hall for more seating space and barged straight into it, sending his tray, his rolls, and himself crashing to the floor in a surprised and messy heap. While I can understand mistaking a mirror for more room - that's the illusion it's there to convey, after all - I would, to paraphrase George Carlin, have thought that he'd at least try to avoid the other Kelly.
Heh. There was actually a bit more to it than this, but you may not have been in the best position to see it.
We had arrived late to the dining hall that day, and as a result there were considerably fewer unoccupied tables than usual -- in fact, we were having a hard time finding a place to sit at all. That's when I, not Kelly, mistook a mirrored wall for an extension of the room.
"Hey, there's an open table over there," I said, extending an arm to point at it, and in the process having the illusion broken when my fingertip touched the mirror.
"Oh, hey, cool!" responded Kelly... who then raced full-bore into the mirror as you described, as I was stepping away from it.
On the bright side, it's not as though he wasted anything edible in the process of upending his tray.
Also, during lunch on the first full day of classes, he mistook the mirrored wall of the dining hall for more seating space and barged straight into it, sending his tray, his rolls, and himself crashing to the floor in a surprised and messy heap. While I can understand mistaking a mirror for more room - that's the illusion it's there to convey, after all - I would, to paraphrase George Carlin, have thought that he'd at least try to avoid the other Kelly.
Heh. There was actually a bit more to it than this, but you may not have been in the best position to see it.
We had arrived late to the dining hall that day, and as a result there were considerably fewer unoccupied tables than usual -- in fact, we were having a hard time finding a place to sit at all. That's when I, not Kelly, mistook a mirrored wall for an extension of the room.
"Hey, there's an open table over there," I said, extending an arm to point at it, and in the process having the illusion broken when my fingertip touched the mirror.
"Oh, hey, cool!" responded Kelly... who then raced full-bore into the mirror as you described, as I was stepping away from it.
On the bright side, it's not as though he wasted anything edible in the process of upending his tray.
